The Queen Is Dead

The last few days have been so quick I keep forgetting which day it is. Yesterday I decided to pack my wardrobe, meaning trying on every single outfit I actually own dancing to embarrassing 90's pop songs. 

(Sorry about the photo quality, webcam isn't the best.)

Bad Weather

Looking out of my kitchen window and all you can see is drip drop drip drop of the rain hitting the dewy grass outside. Spring for me is the first glimpse of sunshine, new plants growing with the cold air still lingering but that's not the case today. Especially in the so called "Sunshine Coast".

Last week Nathan's dad took us on a walk with the dogs to a local park that i'd never visited before.

It was wet and muddy but the sunshine was out in full swing, children were feeding the birds and

there were no grey clouds in the sky. Afterwards we visited the chickens and helped with their feeding. I ended up naming half of them characters from Chicken Run.

- "I don't want to be a pie, I don't like Gravy".

Kinfolk

I discovered this little hidden world around a year or two ago and ever since it's been my favourite.

Kinfolk is a community,  an exploration of words, photography and the journey through life.

After my eight hour shift of packing my home into boxes I felt that re-reading Issue Nine which 

is all about "defining your weekend, finding the right balance between work and play and making the most of your days off". If you know me personally you know i'm a workaholic, i find it so hard to sit still whilst my brain turns to slush. This issue really gave me an essence of therapy and reassurance. 

Tomorrow I plan to attempt the french "Lemon Cakes" recipe from the Kinfolk website. Lemon Cakes now 

remind me of Game of Thrones character Sansa Stark, I think I need to put down Game of Thrones.. eventually.

You can find the Lemon Cakes recipe here.

"I don’t broadcast every high & I don’t hide every low. I’m trying to live. I’m not trying to convince the world I have life."

By Friday my entire collection of belongings will be packed away in brown cardboard boxes. By Saturday my signature will be signed and the anticipation will be really hard to bare. By Monday morning I will have a shiny silver set of keys in the palm of my hand and we will be starting a whole new chapter to this story. I cannot contain my excitement to start a fresh and move forward. 

Out with the old and in with the new.